The passengers hurried into the cars, leaving our hero standing by the
track, with one hand full of bank notes and in the other the card of the
New York merchant. It was only about fifteen minutes since Robert had
first signaled the train, yet how in this brief time had his fortunes
changed! From the cars now rapidly receding he looked to the roll of
bills, and he could hardly realize that all this money was his own. He
sat down and counted it over.

"Six hundred and thirty-five dollars!" he exclaimed. "I must have made a
mistake."

But a second count turned out precisely the same.

"How happy mother will be!" he thought, joyfully. "I must go and tell
her the good news."

He was so occupied with the thoughts of his wonderful good fortune that
he nearly forgot to take the berries which he had picked.

"I shan't need to sell them now," he said. "We'll use a part of them
ourselves, and what we can't use I will give away."

He carefully stored away the money in his coat pocket, and for the sake
of security buttoned it tight. It was a new thing for him to be the
custodian of so much treasure. As Halbert Davis usually spent the latter
part of the afternoon in promenading the streets, sporting his kids and
swinging his jaunty cane, it was not surprising that Robert encountered
him again.

"So, you've been berrying again?" he said, stopping short.